"I says to Pleeceman—'You does your duty, anyway as far as it goes. But you does it too late in this 'ere case."
"'Ow was 'e late?"
"'Cos I'd 'listed day before."
IN OUR VILLAGE.
To Mrs. Robinson, The Wigwam, Threads, Nr. Bradford.
From Mrs. Cushat, The Vicarage, Yellowcubs, Leicestershire.
Oct. 8, 1914.
Dearest Sissie,—I have been far too busy to write before. In this "Clash of Nations," as James finely said in his last sermon, I am distracted to find suitable holiday amusements for the children. Fräulein should have returned from her holiday in Berlin six weeks ago and was prevented with all her boxes ready packed to come; but perhaps it's as well, as James speaks of the Germans in the strongest terms—quite rightly so, of course; but one would be sorry for the poor girl to feel ashamed of her relations.